In Public

As soon as his parents went into the kitchen, the boy grabbed his cock over his jeans. No one in that house had any idea how dinner was going to end.

I thought it would just be the three of us having dinner. But my cousin invited her friends, and that night I discovered how far I was willing to go to please her boyfriend.

We were alone in the weights room when he took off his shirt and told me to touch. I never imagined how far we’d go after closing the locker room door.

I waited naked beside the olive tree, my backpack at my feet and my phone in hand, never imagining that cold night would leave two different flavors in my mouth.

I looked up from my phone and his eyes were already locked on mine from the other side of the parking lot. Not a single word was needed.

I pulled down the jumpsuit zipper in the dim light, convinced I was alone. Then I felt the weight of a bony hand settling slowly on my knee.

Four months later, we went back to the same locker room hoping to repeat that afternoon. We didn’t count on a third man, young and shameless, watching us from the other side.

They called themselves brothers, men, untouchable. But every excuse —the creatine, the exhaustion, the technique— hid the same truth neither dared name.

He lowered his voice to a rough whisper on the other side of the partition, and I knew I’d never sit across from him in a meeting again without remembering it.

For weeks I’d wanted him to come looking for me again. That night I understood that if I wanted to feel that way again, I’d have to go looking for it somewhere else.

He hadn’t slept in two days, but footsteps in the dark aisle woke him: someone was going into the bathroom where another boy was already waiting, and no one else knew.

He stepped down from the podium trembling with rage. He didn’t want to be alone: he crossed the apartment hallway and pushed open the door to the suite where his two men were already waiting awake for him.

It started as a game in the back row of a theater and became an addiction: finding the city’s most impossible corner to lose control.

When they stepped outside in the pink skirt and bunny ears, they felt every gaze fixed on them. And the toy was still throbbing inside them both.

When he opened the door in his boxers and told me “on your knees, quietly,” I knew the Uber ride across town would be worth it.

I’d sworn we were only going to watch. But when that stranger put his hand on Eduardo’s shoulder, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay still either.

The carriage was empty that late at night. When that man sat almost across from me and started looking at me without hiding it, I knew the ride would be different.

I felt his large body pressing against my back whenever the train braked, and when he whispered, “We’re getting off at the next stop,” I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.

I told her to bring the most outrageous outfits she had. I wanted to parade her through the city and, back at the hotel, lose myself between her feet for hours.

At one in the morning she slipped off her heels to provoke, as always. She had no idea that night someone would turn her whim into an order.